It was 63 degrees and sunny when I left work last night, Modern Philosophers.

It was so nice that I drove home with the windows down. If you don’t believe me, check out the photographic evidence supplied on the left.

It was gorgeous. I even went for a walk when I got home because it was so nice.

Since this is Maine, however, it’s not 63 degrees and sunny today. It’s actually 30 degrees cooler. And snowing.

Yes, Modern Philosophers, it’s snowing.

On Easter Eve. Is nothing sacred around here?

I took a quick photo of Zombie Car’s control panel last night so that I would have photographic evidence that it was 63 degrees when I left work.

Finally, Spring had arrived. Just in time for Easter. It truly was a Good Friday!

This is what is currently going on outside The House on the Hill. I was finally able to see my lawn again, but now it’s turning white again. Much like my hair from all this stress!

The snow is starting to accumulate on my neighbors’ roof. Looking at this photo, you might guess it was Christmas Eve, rather than Easter Eve.

My side yard. I was beginning to wonder when the flowers might bloom in the little garden back there.

I wonder if April snow showers bring May snow flowers…

I have a theory that it was a Mainer who came up with the idea of painting Easter Eggs bright colors. That way, they would be easier to find in the snow during the Easter Egg Hunts. Imagine how many white Easter Eggs were never found until the thaw?

Apparently, my wishing well is broken because I have thrown a week’s salary worth of coins into it and wished for Spring to arrive…and to stay.

There’s nothing like having to brush the snow off of your car on Easter Sunday before you head over to Grandmother’s house for dinner!

The sad thing, Modern Philosophers, is that no one up here is surprised by the weird change in the weather. It’s just life in Maine.

Here in the Mohawk Valley, the Easter Bunny is reportedly hitching a ride from S. Claus. We, too, had lovely 60 and higher on Good Friday. Today, not so much. I took a walk with my dog and got a dreadful sinus headache from the cold wind. But one must persevere. Let’s see if it snows on Memorial Day.

You know, I’ve always disliked the name of Snow Miser. A miser is one who keeps all the stuff for himself. Snow Miser spreads it around for everyone. He’s more like Snow Shove It Down Your Throat. That has always bothered me.

Ah, but what about the skiers and snowboarders? What about a particularly slimy specimen I work with who takes his vacations days during the winter to plow driveways and make money? But I hope you find joy soon, and I’ll try to stop being so didactic.